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Waka Flocka Flame

Lock N Load

 

Lock N Load

(album: Salute Me, Shoot Me 4: Banned From America - 2012)


[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
My little nigga trapped out
All he wanna do is rob and hit licks, uh
He like bruh, I don't rap, I don't got no features
I don't get paid for no downloads
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, lock n' load
Nigga's gotta lay it down, down, uh

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Thugged out, trapped out, playing with a check
Waka Flocka Flame, I die for my respect
They inky and they skitzo', they gon' die for their set
Bricksquad Monopoly, send them goonie's at your neck
Put your dick in the dirt, put a whole in your head
I ride on your pussy ass even if your flag red
Lay it down, lay it down, put that forty in your face
Lay it down, lay it down, put that four-four in your face
Niggas cut around my way, taking those silicons cause round my way
Selling pills, molly's and yay', you a free-be you can die any day
If I say go and get em', got them bands on his head
My young nigga, they gon' get him, golden rule done turned red, squad

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Chris]
Rich Chris, ain't nothing but the hood say
Get your school shot off for an ounce of caine'
Get your whole head bust' for wearing a diamond ring
Young nigga's don't give a fuck, they like taking things
I'm the young boss that you don't wanna tick off
Have them youngin's jump on you like Kriss Kross
Have you leaving out the club, looking pitiful
Cause you done get your ass drawn out them Louie shoes
My young nigga said there be no hits of gold
We don't give a fuck no more, we raping hoes
They say you got them bricks and you on the map
My youngest kick your door in, and chase you out

[Hook]

[Verse 3:?]
All I wanna do is trap, I'm trying to bring that money back
Waka he be kicking doors, cartels, supplying the trap
Welcome to me casa, that's what it says on my doormat
Ring the doorbell, if you wanna see them packs
Partner in the kitchen, got a partner in the back
My partner's down to bust shit, so tell me what you wanna do
Trying to bag the work up, but you can get bagged up too
I know you a bitch, I see right through you
I keep a burner every time I come through
My circle filled with plugs, that's just what bosses do
Pockets on racks and my diamonds on igloo
You do what you can, but I do what I wanna do

[Hook]

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